I live with pain
Does it own me?
Does it control me?
Does it define me?
I wear it with a smile, but you can see it in my eyes
I wear it with a hate, but you can hear it when I speak
I put it in my rage and release it with my strength
Does it own me? Does it control me?
I don’t know, but a great poet once said
“I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow”
“I’m in this wide world alone”
“No hope in this world for tomorrow”
“Trying to make heaven my home”